Fiction is Not Life

They hurriedly stumbled into the room they had just rented for the night (thankfully from Tom’s granddaughter, who is widely known as a compulsive liar and never taken seriously), mouths crashed together, hands roaming over their bodies, as they impatiently began tearing each other’s clothes off.

Draco guided them further inside the room, dropping them both to the bed as soon as they approached it. When he finally ripped Harry’s shirt off, he quickly threw it on the floor and lowered his kisses to the man’s chest, sucking on one of his nipples.

“Draco,” Harry groaned, stopping his movements for the moment to feel the sensation course through him.

“I want you, Harry,” Draco murmured, leaving tiny kisses on Harry’s chest as he moved to his other nipple. “I want you so bad it hurts,” he continued.

“Want you too,” Harry gasped, arching his back when Draco had latched onto his other nipple. “Fuck, I want you too.”

“The only way I thought I could ever have you was on paper,” he whispered, returning to Harry’s lips once more.

“I thought I was crazy for falling in love with a fictional character,” Harry confessed, pulling Draco’s shirt off and throwing it on the floor next to his.

“Everything I wrote,” Draco gasped when Harry began to suck on his neck, “was my true thoughts and feelings for you. Everything.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Sixth year,” Draco groaned, tilting his head back more so Harry could have better access. “I wanted you ever since sixth year.”

Harry returned to the blond’s swollen lips, heatedly pressing his mouth to them. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered.

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

Harry shook his head, already aware of the answer. They were still considered enemies at that time and anything he would have said would’ve made Harry believe he was simply lying to try and trap him.

“Why not after the war?” he then wondered.

“There was never a good time,” he mumbled, moving his hand along Harry’s bare chest. “You were constantly being interviewed, and I was going through that whole ordeal with the Wizengamot. And besides that, I thought you were as straight as they could be.”

“I thought so too, until I read your first book and realized quickly my infatuation for you, although I didn’t know it was you at the time,” Harry confessed, kissing up Draco’s jaw line and over toward his ear. “All I knew was that I wanted you. I wanted to be the one to show you the love that you deserved.”

Draco closed his eyes and moaned, feeling Harry’s warm breath enter inside. “I wanted that too,” he whispered.

Harry trailed his hand down Draco’s naked chest, still nibbling on his ear. “Let me show you, Draco,” he quietly breathed into his ear.

“Harry,” Draco groaned, opening his eyes and quickly turning his head to the side to meet the brunet’s lips once more.

Harry seized Draco’s mouth, his hand lowering even more on the man’s chest. He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Draco’s pants, lightly teasing his skin.

Draco suddenly backed away from Harry’s lips, reality finally taking over. He shook his head, lowering it to watch the man’s hand playfully move underneath his pants. “This isn’t right,” he then mumbled, looking back up into those captivating green eyes.

“What’s not right about it?” Harry questioned. “I want you and you want me. What else is there?”

Draco swallowed, feeling his eyes begin to sting. “Reality,” he softly whispered.

“This is reality, Draco,” he stressed. “You and me. Right here, right now.”

“No Harry,” he sighed. “The reality is that you’re married.”

Harry blinked a few times as the words went through his mind. He was so focused on Draco that he had completely forgotten about his wife. He lowered his eyes to where his hand was still moving, slowly trailing his gaze up the man’s naked chest and into his somber eyes. He shook his head, reaching his other hand out to caress Draco’s cheek. “I don’t care,” he quietly responded.

“I can’t be a one-night stand, Harry,” Draco sadly continued, a single teardrop rolling down his cheek. “I’d rather continue to love you from afar than be with you for the night and lose you the next. My heart won’t be able to take it.”

Harry wiped Draco’s tear away and leaned in, giving him a light kiss on his lips. “Draco,” he began, backing away a little, “I can’t predict the future, just as you can’t.”

Draco sniffed, nodding for him to continue.

“For all we know, this infatuation we have for each other could simply be fantasy, part of this fiction you created for us, and nothing more,” he expressed. “I can’t sit here and tell you we’ll end up together or that one of us won’t get hurt because we don’t know the answer to that.”

“I know,” Draco whispered.

“But what I do know is that right now, I have very strong feelings for you,” Harry continued, smiling at Draco as he ran his hand through his blond hair. “Stronger than I have ever felt with Ginny,” he added. “And that alone tells me what I have to do.”

Draco widened his eyes, wondering if that truly meant what he thought.

“She deserves more than that,” Harry sighed. “She deserves to have a husband who loves her completely, and I know I can’t be that for her. Not when I’m in love with you,” he whispered. “And even though I don’t know what’s going to happen to us down the road, I can’t-”

Harry was immediately cut off as Draco quickly darted forward, pushing his lips firmly to his. Once his initial shock wore off, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him closer to his body, parting his mouth to allow the man’s tongue entry.

Draco rolled Harry over on his back, their tongues passionately dancing as one inside his mouth. His body shivered in delight when he felt Harry’s fingernails softly scratch down his naked back. He moaned into the kiss, pressing his hard cock against Harry’s.

Harry gasped, backing away from the blond’s lips to catch his breath. He stared into his warm gray eyes, seeing every emotion Draco held for him. “How did you slip that note into my book?” he then suddenly wondered.

Draco smirked and leaned down, giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “I guess you could say, like father like son.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“Your wife should really pay attention to the books she receives,” he smirked.

Despite what Ginny went through in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry had to laugh. Draco smiled down at him and then leaned in, nibbling on his ear. Harry stilled, feeling his arousal return instantly.

“I’m so hard for you, Harry,” Draco softly whispered in his ear, rocking himself into him.

Harry nervously swallowed. “Me too,” he shakily answered.

“How do you want me?”

“I…I want to be able to see you.”

Draco smiled, rolling them over again so that he was now on his back. He then spread his legs apart, allowing Harry’s lower body to fall in between them. He licked his lips, staring at his green-eyed lover.

Harry propped himself up on his knees, hands trembling as he lowered them to Draco’s pants. He took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his nerves down. He then started to unbutton his pants, quickly looking over at Draco for reassurance.

“I trust you,” Draco calmly said, understanding the man’s uneasiness.

“But I’ve never done this before,” he fearfully announced.

“Haven’t my stories taught you anything?” he then smirked.

Harry chuckled, looking back down at where his hands had finished unbuttoning him. He took another deep breath before sliding the man’s pants off. His eyes widened as he stared at the rather large member covered only by a thin layer of material.

“Touch me, Harry,” Draco coaxed.

Harry glanced over at Draco, seeing the blond smiling at him. Keeping his eyes on him, he slowly moved to touch his cock, noticing Draco’s eyes flutter closed in response. He then began massaging it, surprised by how much he liked touching another man’s cock.

“Mm, Harry,” Draco moaned, tilting his head back.

Harry licked his lips, staring at the way Draco was chewing on his lower lip. He was glad to see he was enjoying it just as much as he was. Feeling encouraged, he slipped the last of Draco’s clothing away, staring down at the fully exposed erection in front of him. “Fuck,” he gasped, his own cock twitching at the sight.

Draco opened his eyes and smirked, noticing Harry’s stunned look. Harry looked over at him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He then licked his lips, lowering his eyes back to Draco’s beautiful cock.

Remembering the books he read and thinking about how he touches himself, Harry slowly began gliding his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, hearing him moan once more. After he became a bit more comfortable in the movements, he picked up his speed, knowing he had to give the man more friction.

“Yes,” Draco murmured, feeling the strokes speed up.

Harry watched Draco’s chest rise and fall fast as his breaths became shorter. His caresses became faster and steadier, Draco’s beginning fluids helping him along the way. He smiled to himself whenever he heard a pleasurable gasp from Draco, gliding his thumb along his slit every few seconds.

“Fuck, Harry,” Draco grunted, his eyes tightly closed. “You sure you’ve never touched another man before?”

Harry chuckled. “I don’t think one could forget something like that, Draco,” he replied in amusement.

“Well…fuck…you’re doing great,” he commended.

Harry smiled, gripping him firmer. “Well that Balaur is one hell of a writer,” he then said.

Draco smiled, opening his eyes and staring at Harry. “I’ll have to thank him some day.”

Harry smirked, suddenly slipping a finger coated with pre-come inside Draco’s tightness. Draco gasped, his eyes opened wide, completely caught off guard by the intrusion. “Mm, I think I just did,” Harry whispered, thrusting in a second digit.

“Harry,” Draco whimpered, opening his legs wider.

“Are you okay?” Harry questioned, carefully twisting both his fingers inside.

Draco closed his eyes and nodded, having lost his voice from the sensation of Harry suddenly hitting his prostate. He tightly gripped the sheets in his fists and bit on his bottom lip, the pleasure hitting him full force.

“Oh god. Harry, I need you now,” he panted, finally finding his voice after a few more minutes passed and a third finger slipped inside.

Harry pulled his fingers out, hurriedly moving to unbuckle his pants. His cock was rock hard, which surprised him that he hadn’t burst yet from it being confined.

Draco quickly reached for his wand lying on the small table beside the bed and cast a lubrication spell on himself. He then waited for Harry to finish undressing before casting the spell on him as well.

Once Harry was fully naked and lubed, Draco placed his wand back on the table and smiled up at him, widening his legs once more. Harry licked his lips and grabbed his cock, guiding it to Draco’s newly stretched hole.

As soon as his cock touched Draco’s entrance, he looked over at him, making sure it was safe to continue. Draco immediately nodded his consent, pulling his knees up to his chest to allow Harry better access.

Keeping their eyes locked on each other, Harry took a deep breath before slowly pushing in, hearing Draco quietly whimper from the action. He was so scared he was hurting him, but as he stared into his eyes, he knew Draco was okay, wanting him to continue.

Once completely inside, he began to move, giving deep, slow thrusts. Draco groaned from the movement, opening his legs wider and wrapping them around Harry’s body. Harry soon lowered himself to rest on Draco’s chest, their mouths barely touching.

Harry continued to move slow and steady, wanting to prolong their lovemaking as much as he could. They silently stared into each other’s eyes, aware of the passion they both shared, their warm breaths grazing each other’s lips.

“Draco?” Harry whispered a few minutes later, feeling the heat start to rise within him.

Draco softly ran his hand through Harry’s disheveled hair, amazed that he could actually feel the man’s orgasm nearing. “Yeah?” he quietly asked.

Harry suddenly quickened his pace, not able to hold on much longer, his throbbing cock demanding more roughness. “What happens to Daniel and Henry?”

Draco tilted his head back and moaned as Harry’s speed increased, gasping as soon as the man’s cock hit his prostate. “You never…finished it?” he panted.

Harry shook his head, giving the man hard deep thrusts when he realized he had been hitting his pleasure zone. “Your note stopped me…from going any further,” he breathed out. “What did Henry say…after Daniel finally told him his true feelings?”

Draco closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the force of his climax rush through his body. “He…he said…” he suddenly gasped, shaking his head. “Harry, fuck, I gotta come.”

“What did he say?” Harry asked again, ignoring the man’s need to release.

“He said…he loved him too,” he whimpered, his cock painfully throbbing. “He said he was nothing without him…and that the past didn’t matter…and he would continue to love him for as long as he lived.”

“So he wasn’t breaking up with him?”

“No,” he gasped, clutching the bed sheets tightly in his fists once more. “He…fuck…he asked him to marry him, and Daniel said yes. They…shit…they lived happily…fuck, Harry, I really have to come…ever after.”

Harry immediately stopped his movements and grabbed Draco’s cock, tugging it hard. Not even three seconds later, Draco was screaming his release.

Harry then gave a few more thrusts before he too was screaming his release, grasping Draco’s hips tightly as he did. He then tiredly fell on top of the blond, remaining inside him as they held each other close. They lay in silence, eyes closed, chests flushed together, not wanting to lose their shared connection.

“Happily ever after,” Harry quietly repeated, smiling at the thought.

Draco opened his eyes and smiled, softly running his hand through Harry’s hair again. “I was wrong, you know,” he admitted.

Harry opened his eyes and looked down at him in confusion. “About what?”

“Fiction can be life,” he whispered, his eyes tearing once more from the love they just shared.

Harry smiled and leaned down, giving him a long, deep kiss. He then backed away, staring lovingly into Draco’s eyes as he wiped his tears away. “Thank you for giving them a happy ending.”

“Thank you for giving me a happy ending.”

Harry shook his, still smiling. “It’s not over yet.”

“And I hope it never is,” Draco smiled, pulling him into another kiss.


The End


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